It was finally the weekend, and I was still floating on a cloud from the night before.

Jasper and I had spent the entire morning in bed — lazy kisses, slow touches, and more of that mind-blowing connection we’d started exploring. I was sore in the best way possible, wearing one of his oversized shirts and nothing else, making breakfast in the kitchen while he showered.

The doorbell rang.

I froze mid-flip of a pancake. Who could that be?

I opened the door and immediately regretted not checking the peephole first.

Anita stood there, holding a box of donuts and wearing a suspicious grin.

“Surprise visit!” she announced, pushing past...